C196 Not Suitable
At 7:30 AM the next morning, a rickety old flying car wobbled its way into Glassedge Town.
The vehicle seemed as though it had been yanked from a scrap heap, shuddering violently every meter or two as if in the throes of an epileptic fit.
It finally came to a halt in front of the Glassedge Tavern. The rear door rattled, then with a resounding "bang," was kicked open. Gu Xian
